I was reading in bed this afternoon: my favorite writer (Baxandall), on my favorite painter (Piero della Francesca). Or rather trying to, but Apollo kept distracting me:
. . . Zobenigo lives in Venice where he house-sits his friends' palazzo and walks their ugly, mean, old dog. Zobenigo hates all dogs. The dog is a lousy conversationalist.
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